White vignette dream
Someone came to me
They asked if they could have my child
And I said yes
We talked for a while a smoked a few cigarettes
It all felt so real, and different still yet
I couldn't understand what was going on
Why I was giving up my child
Why I thought she would be better off
But the deal was struck
We went to the hallway where she was waiting to leave
With her blue owl backpack, and I couldn't believe
What was going on
She started walking towards me crying
And it all moved so fast
She said "Bye" in the sweet, shy, shaky, and child like way she does
And I broke down
I wept on the floor
And I wish I could rember what that sounded like
Because that would be the most captured performance of pain
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
White vignette dream
Someone came to me
They asked if they could have my child
And I said yes
We talked for a while a smoked a few cigarettes
It all felt so real, and different still yet
I couldn't understand what was going on
Why I was giving up my child
Why I thought she would be better off
But the deal was struck
We went to the hallway where she was waiting to leave
With her blue owl backpack, and I couldn't believe
What was going on
She started walking towards me crying
And it all moved so fast
She said "Bye" in the sweet, shy, shaky, and child like way she does
And I broke down
I wept on the floor
And I wish I could rember what that sounded like
Because that would be the most captured performance of pain
